LAMENT
By an unknown elvish poet, late third age

The mountains tall
Shall break and fall
And crumble into dust
The forests old
Grow bare and cold
Just as I know they must

The ocean wide
Shall slow subside
Until it's frozen through
The sky in scars
Until the stars
Are not the ones I knew

Time slides away
Swift night and day
To leave me here alone
The world be cleft
With nowhere left
That I might call my own

Time's winged feet
Shall grow more fleet
Through all the ages hence
And in the end
We can't pretend
There's any innocence

So I move on
And flee the dawn
To sail across the sea
An age away
Is but a day
Where looms eternity